We like Mexican food, but we discovered that China was the wrong place to order tacos.
Obadiah had a thing for pineapple, but he was in the wrong place and the wrong century for pineapple.
And it was my fault.
I had him tell Mrs. O, “Don’t forget my pineapple.” So, her whole time at the market, Mrs. O kept on the lookout for the perfect pineapple. She was supposed to be hard at work developing logistics for hiding and feeding people in caves.1While Jezebel was killing off the Lord’s prophets, Obadiah took a hundred prophets and hid them in two caves, fifty in each, and supplied them with food and water. – 1 Kings 18:4 Yet she felt, “nothing but the best for my Obadiah.” She even got her friend and partner in skullduggery to help her choose the “pineapple with the best smell in the whole market.”
Yet before she could hand this prize to hubby, a critiquer told me pineapple “is a fruit from Brazil. It would be unknown in this era.”
I’m tempted to tell Obadiah, “Ah, but a man’s reach should exceed his grasp, or what’s a heaven for?”2Robert Browning in Andrea del Sarto
But since this story is not about Heaven, I’ll have to give Obadiah a craving for pomegranate, a fruit Mrs. O could reach, grasp, and carry home.